Fish Scale Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Here is the most accurate lyrics to ‘Fish Scale’ by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, read it below.YoungBoy Never Broke AgainYoungBoy Never Broke Again – Fish Scale Lyrics Chorus
Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (It got grip)
I got clientele coming through on my cell (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be serving if gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scaleVerse 1
Let’s go, who the fuck said that they want it with me?
I’m in Atlanta, a hundred some sticks on a nigga, they know not to run up on me
Spotted him, I sent a pic to that nigga to show him I’m only letting him breathe
Shot at him, I swung that stick at that nigga
The bullets, they stronger than HerculesRefrain
She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions that protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach vanPre-Chorus
Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain
He gon’ blatt, bah, bah if you think ’bout playing games
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins, yeah!Chorus
Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (It got grip)
I got clientele coming through on my cell (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be serving gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scaleRefrain
She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions that protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach vanVerse 2
I got Percs and celie, that drank gon’ kill my kidneys
I got plenty hittas, know them niggas will not get me
We got scopes on top of them poles to make sure they split him
Bro got blocks all on the road, them shrooms came with that shipment
I got bad ass ratchet hoes, they got booty lifting
She got her a BBL, I’m out on the street with a TEC that kill
These diamonds, they glist’, you see I’m is
I’m the originator, keep a Drac’ like I’m Schwarzenegger
Count up plenty paper, know that glizzy be fornicating
Put a clock on the top of haterPre-Chorus
Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain
He gon’ blatt, bah, bah if you think ’bout playing games
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins, yeah!Chorus
Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (It got grip)
I got clientele coming through on my cell (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be serving gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scaleRefrain
She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions, they protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
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